Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
10cc,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.